When we first were mothers: We jump at every cry they make We wonder how our mothers did it with more than only one We mourn the lack of gourmet meals and the freedom to take a shower The things we thought were of the norm, are something of the past. If Only, we think, they were just a bit bigger; it would not be so hard

When we get to be a mother of two, or three or more, We start to wonder what was so hard about only having one! We wonder why we were not more grateful for all the things we had You think it is hard to take a shower with one, try it with more! If only they were bigger, could take care of themselves, it would not be so hard

Now they are growing and going away There is joy in their growing and a sense of achievement Sadness though aches deep within us They are no longer here To cuddle, to yell and to play They are no longer begging for food or spilling their milk Chasing the dog or things children do If Only, we think they were babies again, it would not be nearly so hard

We would take care of the spills, the crying and yells Yes, the even the colic will not be so bad. If only we think, we had taken the time to enjoy what we had

Let¹s not let our life be full of "If Only¹s" Let us take each day as it comes and be thankful today for what we have Life may be hard, but enjoy every bit so when we are old, we do look back and say "If Only"!